Ouyang stood behind Tang Yan, his palms sweating from tension, but no matter how long he waited, Tang Yan didn't utter a word. It was as if he heard him, yet seemed to automatically ignore his words.
Just as Ouyang was about to lose his patience and ask, Tang Yan finally spoke, "Who laid hands on her?"
He extinguished his cigarette butt and twitched the corners of his mouth. Jin Mo had already left Ningjiang— who else was relentlessly bothering her, wanting to cause her trouble?
"It was Shen Hongyi's ex-wife, Song Lingling. This woman had embezzled money and fled, and just a few months ago, she returned to Ningjiang, extorted a sum of money from Shen Hongyi, but that wasn't enough for her. She kept clinging to Shen Hongyi, so Miss Jin got dragged into this."
Ouyang, trembling, reported truthfully. Now, Jin Mo was with another man every day—it was absolutely impossible for the CEO to not feel jealous.
His heart was certainly hurting, yet he had to act as if nothing was amiss.
